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As the lizard watched Aureole turn up the sass to not only cover for her beautician, but proudly flaunt her new outward reflection of her inner glamour, Daiquiri couldn?t help but snort a little puff of smoke through her nose. She had to admit, the way the Shiinotic gave Vissi a once-over was golden, and seeing the dumbfounded expression on the Primarina?s face afterwards forced the Salazzle to turn her back and hide a tight-lipped snicker. When she did, she saw Claudette jotting down notes in a corner. Her camera was sitting beside her with the strap dangling free.
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Like a whip lash, Daiquiri?s hand snatched the device.
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Like I was saying,? Daiquiri blurted, holding the camera high above her head as she loomed over the upright Stunky, ?Since you didn?t give it to me
like I asked, now I?m
taking it. I said no pictures in the
bathroom, and definitely not by no
boys, like daddy never teach you right? I?m about to fix this film for ya, ya dig, creepazoid??
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Claudette looked up at the thief with a deranged expression: a mixture somewhere in-between shock and desperation, eyes glazed over with the mental vomit she was previously trying to record on her pad. Blinking a few times to wipe away the alliterative titles and puns pouring out of her imagination, she indignantly pouted at the Salazzle. "Hey-
hey, toots, that's
personal property ya toyin' with," she said, taking a step towards the waiter - as if assured that her comparatively small stature could intimidate - "let's not turn this into somethin' it's not ...
it's in ya best interest to hand it over."
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Uh-huh,? Daiquiri said with a cheeky look as she dug a nail into the back panel of the camera, effortlessly popping it off into her hand. The film within immediately blanched under the bright bathroom lights. ?Nice bit you went for. Rattled ya cage, shuckster? That ?personal property? is in a bunch of, like, broke rules and whatnot, so
cool it. I?m just gonna snip out them offending pictures and you can get it back and
get out my bathroom.?
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As she hooked a finger under the reel and drew it out from its spools, she gave a hard snort, a little bulge forming in her cheek as she looked ready to prime her lips. Just as she spat out a thick glob of Toxic phlegm at the film, Vissi let out a forced yelp and a gush of water struck the reptilian from a blind side. The mucus dissipated from the splash before it could land on the camera, but the Fire-type was also saturated in her natural weakness. The seal just gawked at her co-worker with an abashed look, her fins over her snout.
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The reporter, who had been frantically trying to hinder the destructive exploit by clawing at the Salazzle?s hands, was filled with both relief and frustration; as the distraction allowed her an opportunity to snatch the camera back, but yet caused further damage to her pictures. Daiquiri, however, just stood there. She didn?t say anything, she didn?t blink; she just let her coat lay sopping wet on her body and her wig sag on her head. There wasn?t anything to her expression, it was just blank. There was a few seconds of uncomfortable, tense silence.
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She suddenly took her wig off and started to wring it dry in her hands, staring now with widening, maddening eyes at Vissi. The seal passively exchanged glances with a bright blush. She was still as a statue, save for her fins fidgeting if trying to spark noise to kill the quietude within the lavatory.
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You,? Daiquiri started, her head cocked as smoke began to rise from her mouth, lacing every word with black acridity, ?
You dumb ugly sea heifer. I promised my dad I wasn?t gonna lose my job over a fight. And that fat flip flopper ass is makin? it sooo
hard to keep it, you just mopped up
my real hair.? She put her deflated wig back on her head and took off her coat, wringing it in her hands as she stepped up toward the shocked Primarina - only to step past, hissing. ?
Get mixed.? The poisonous lizard made a loud hacking sound as she spat at her coworker?s tail.
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The Primarina wailed like a banshee as she felt an excruciating burn tear into her tail, leaving a clear sign of laceration. Writhing about uncontrollably, the soloist inadvertently retreated herself into an open stall and collided into the toilet inside. Even after conceding to the enclosed space, her tail continued to flail around violently.
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As Vissi?s shrieking echoed inside the lavatory, a torrential flow of water began to spout out from the sinks and toilets like geysers, flooding the room at an alarming rate. One facet shot out from its place at the head of a basin and struck the side of Claudette?s unsuspecting head, dropping her to the floor.
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?HOLY GUACA -?
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Daquiri didn?t even give herself time to finish her sentence before piling a shoulder right through the door, stumbling out drenched as water trailed into the dining room behind her, her wig slipping off her head and soaking up at her feet while she raised her dripping coat and shouted clear across the area:
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?THIS CRAZY PRIMARINA SOMESNATCH IS BUSTIN UP TOILETS TRYNA FLOOD THE HOUSE!?